Date: Thu, 25 Jun 2009 20:26:34 +0200
From: clio cazzimiei
Subject: Uc hollywood chapter 14
Episode 6 Sex education
Starring: Justin Timberlake
Ryan Philippe
Rihanna
Britney Spears
Chad Michael Murray
Paris Hilton
Chris Evans
Also starring: Tom Welling, Fergie, Usher, Jack Nicholson, Adam Brody
Chapter 14
Ryan and Justin were making out on the bed, both shirtless and only with
their unbuttoned jeans on, like they had been doing practically every
second of every day after coming back from Mors' Manor.
But the problem for Ryan was that they hadn't gone any further than
that. It wasn't that big of a deal at first, making out was great, but
after almost two weeks he desperately needed a release. He couldn't believe
that a week ago he was about to fuck that sweet, hard ass, and now he
couldn't even get Justin to give him a blowjob.
But he could feel Justin's hard dick under his own hard cock.
Tentatively, he took Justin's hand and guided towards his crotch. He put it
in his boxerbriefs, and Justin started stroking him as he kept on kissing
him. Ryan couldn't help but moan loudly.
And then Justin immediately stopped. Not only stroking him, but he also
stopped kissing him. He pushed softly Ryan off him, got up and put his
t-shirt back on.
Ryan remained for a moment on the bed, not really knowing what to say.
Finally, he asked: -What's wrong?-
-Nothing, why?- replied Justin, without even looking him in the eyes.
-You know why. We've never done anything since Mors Manor.-
Justin didn't respond.
-I've got classes.-
-It's six o' clock. Classes are over. Did I do something wrong? Are you
still shaken up about the deaths, the killings...?-
-What? No, no, who cares about Tara Reid and Rachel Evan psycho
Woods... It's not that... It's just... It's so stupid.-
-You can tell me everything.-
Justin sat on the bed next to Ryan.
-It's... When I told you that... I wanted you to... You know... be inside
of me... I said that in a total spontaneous way. I was... caught in the
moment.-
-You didn't mean it? You... Want to be on top?- asked Ryan, a little
worried. He was kind of scared of taking it in the ass.
-No, no, I'm not saying that. I meant that. It's just... Now I feel like I
have to do it just because I said it, and I'm not even sure I'm ready,
`cause you know, when I said it I also thought I was going to die and...-
Ryan cut him off with a kiss.
-I don't want to do anything you don't want to do.- he said, gently
stroking Justin's hair. –But... You know... A blowjob would be nice.- he
added, half-jokingly.
Justin smirked and kneeled on the bed, so his face was in front of Ryan's
crotch. He lowered Ryan's jeans, and nuzzled his face in the white
boxer-briefs covering his hard cock.
-Yeah... C'mon, quit teasing me and suck it...- said Ryan, taking his dick
out of his underwear and putting it in front of Justin's lips.
Justin licked the head and then...
KNOCK KNOCK. Someone knocked on the door.
-Oh fuck.- mumbled Ryan, re-stuffing his hard cock in his boxerbriefs and
zipping his pants. Justin put his t-shirt on and opened the door. It was
Adam, carrying a box all wrapped up and with a ribbon on it.
-What do you want?- asked Justin surprised.
-I wanted to apologize for sounding homophobic at Mors' Manor. I've been
reading a lot of Xmen later, and I realized that I shouldn't discriminate
people who are different from me. So I brought you a gift.- he said,
handing Justin the box.
Justin opened it, curious, and found the complete John Elton's discography.
-On wikipedia I read that you gay people love him.- said Adam proud.
-The gay people thank you.- said Justin faking a smile.
Adam noticed Ryan shirtless on the bed, looking extremely annoyed.
-Oh, I'm so sorry, did I interrupt you?-
-No.- lied Justin.
-Yes.- said Ryan.
Justin raised an eyebrow at him, angry.
Ryan rolled his eyes and said: -No, no, of course you aren't disturbing.-
-Okay. Well... I just wanted to say that I was sorry, and now I'll leave
you alone. Bye.- said Adam, and left.
Justin closed the door: -C'mon, Ryan, he was just trying to be nice, you
could have been a bit more polite.-
-Ok, next time I'll be nicer, if now you come here and resume sucking my
cock.- said Ryan, standing on his knees on the bed and grabbing his crotch
to emphasize his point.
Justin joined him on the bed, crawling in front of him until the crotch was
right in his face. But then...
KNOCK KNOCK.
Justin, really annoyed this time, opened the door again, finding again
Adam.
-Yes?- he said, practically growling.
-You know, since you two weren't busy, and since you're my friends now, I
was wondering if you could help me with my style, you know, make me look
less geeky so I can have a go with the ladies, give me fashion advice, like
in queer eye for the straight guy...- said Adam, letting himself hi.
-Actually, we...- began Justin, but Adam interrupted him.
-Can I have a look at your shirts?- he said, opening Justin's wardrobe.
Meanwhile, Chad was bent on the desk, his trousers and underwear around his
ankles, and Chris's hard cock pounding him hard from behind. All that could
be heard in the empty room was the heavy breathing and the slapping of the
professor's balls against his ass cheeks.
-Oh, yeah, take it all, bitch!- moaned professor Evans, as spurt after
spurt of cum invaded Chad's ass, and he collapsed on Chad's back.
Chad felt kind of relieved, as the professor's cock softened inside. He
liked a good hard fuck like the next gay guy, but ever since Mors' Manor he
and professor Evans had been doing it at least three times a day, and his
ass was starting to feel a bit sore.
Apparently, professor Evans was completely addicted to sex. And Chad
normally wouldn't complain, Chris was a sex god, with stamina, a big cock
and he was a complete stud, but even Chad's slutty ass had reached the
limit. He had to come out with something before he was literally going to
be fucked his brains out.
-When can I see you later today?- asked professor Evans, pulling his cock
out and zipping up his jeans.
-Today? Mmm, I can't, I have this really important assignment for tomorrow
I have to do for professor Cher.- lied Chad, getting up and pulling his
boxers up.
-I can write an excuse note for you. I am one of the teachers, you know.-
said Chris, hugging Chad from behind and kissing his neck.
-I really can't, it's important, it could be on a test...- said Chad, as
Chris started rubbing himself against Chad from behind and nibbling
delicately his ear and then his neck.
-Fuck, you're so hot that I'm hard again.- said Chris, unzipping his pants
and pulling his cock out –Are you ready for another round?-
Saying this, the professor pushed Chad so he was bent again, than lowered
his underwear, exposing the pink, well-used hole.
Chad just sighed, as his ass started to get fucked again. He needed a
solution, and he needed soon. Or at least a good amount of lube.
Britney was desperately trying to study James Joyce and his fuc... fogging
Ulysses, but she just couldn't seem to remember anything of what she
read. It didn't help that in the same room Paris was preparing from some
party and while listening to the spice girls.
-Brit, what are you doing still on those books? You have to get ready for
the Club tonight.- said the rich heiress.
-I can't come, I have to study or professor Nicholson will fail me.-
-Oh, come on, but it's the Club party at the Club. It's the clubbiest and
most important party of the year.-
-You said the same thing for that party yesterday.-
-That's the sense of good parties. They're all important.-
-I wish I could come, but I really can't. If I fail I'm out of this
university. Oh, I wish I could blackmail professor Nicholson like Fergie
does so I could maintain myself at University.-
-Wait, Fergie is blackmailing professor Nicholson?- asked Paris.
-Yeah. I saw her on Halloween.-
-Britney, you stupid blonde bimbo...-
-Hey! You're a blonde bimbo too! And technically, I'm bald now, so it
doesn't count.-
-Yes, but I, differently from you, am an expert at the art of cunning and
manipulating and giving blowjobs...-
-What's that got to do with cunning and manipulating?-
-Nothing, I'm just really good at sucking dicks. Anyway, what we've got to
do, is found out why Fergie is blackmailing professor Nicholson...-
-And make him pay for another year at university if I fail!-
-No, stupid, and make him not fail you!-
-Wow, Paris, you're really smart, I don't get why everyone says you're just
a bimbo. But how do we do that?-
Paris thought for a moment.
-We'll have to ask Chad. He's the expert at cunning and manipulating.-
-But you said you were.-
-No, actually, I'm an expert at giving blowjobs to people who are experts
at cunning and manipulating. But it works out just as well-
She immediately took her blackberry and phoned Chad, who answered panting
heavily.
-H-h-hello?- he answered.
Paris could hear something thumping in the background, but couldn't know
that it was he desk, moving back and forth since professor Evans was
fucking Chad real hard.
-Hi, it's Paris. We never really had a real conversation, but you probably
know me. I've been fucking with Tom a lot lately.-
-You've been fucking a lot with the whole campus lately.- replied Chad
–What do you want?-
-I need your help. How do I black mail somebody who's being blackmailed by
somebody else, but I don't know why?-
Chad had an idea.
-What, Paris, my dear cousin? Our grandma's dead?- he said very
loudly. Professor Evans immediately stopped fucking him.
-Cousin? Grandma? Are you high or something?- asked Paris confused.
-I'll meet you right away. Come at the fraternity, I'll be there as soon as
possible. Don't cry, we have to stay strong. Do it for Nana.-
-What the f...-
Chad hang up, and pretended to suppress a tear.
-Chris, I... I have to go. My Nana is dead, and Paris is devastated.-
-I didn't know you guys were relatives.- said Chris.
-We are. Sorry, now I... really have to go.-
-So, when can I say you again?-
-I don't know, it's just... The funeral, and everything... Maybe it's
better if we don't see each other for a couple of days.-
-Yes, of course, I understand.- said Professor Evans –I'm so sorry for
your lost.-
"I'm not" thought Chad, walking out of the room. Maybe his ass was going to
get some rest after all.
-I need to get laid.- said Rihanna to Fergie. They were in the sorority's
kitchen, throwing away Jessica's bean cans. They had nothing against the
beans, but they made Jessica fart all night long, so Fergie and Ree had
decided to take extreme measures.
-We all do.- replied Fergie.
-No, you don't understand. I haven't gotten some ever since the end of
highschool. I'm so horny I would even fuck Peter Griffin. I'm not
joking. Today I was turned on watching Family Guy.-
-That's bad.- said Fergie –Not even Jessica has ever reached this level
of desperation.-
-Oh, Ferg, what can I do? My vibrator is not enough anymore. If I don't get
laid soon, I'll start humping random people in the street!-
-I have the perfect plan to you: The Club Party, tonight, at the Club. Even
Jessica found her true love there last year.-
-I thought she was single.-
-Yes, her true love, Nick Lachey, lasted three days, then realized how dumb
she was and dumped her. But you my dear, you're one of the most popular
girl on campus. Which is impressive, for being a freshman. You'll
definitely find someone.-
-I hope so.-
-Now let's go and slutty it up.-
-Wow, that's one hard dick.- noticed Tom, staring at Ryan's obvious
erection in his jockstrap, before stripping down to his underwear as
well. He, Ryan and Usher were in the locker rooms after a special session
of training just for the three of them, being the best on the team.
-I know, it's just... Remember I liked someone?- said Ryan.
-Yes.- replied Tom.
-Well, I've been making out with hi... her a lot lately, but she's still
not ready to do it, and I'm so horny.-
-Can't you, you know...- Tom made a very explicit hand gesture.
-When? I have a room mate.-
-I have an idea.- said Usher –How about me and Tom go back to the frat
house to take the shower, so you stay here and have some alone time?-
-You'd do that for me?-
-Of course, we don't want our captain's balls to explode or something. Have
fun.- said Usher, as he and Tom got dressed and left.
Ryan, finally alone, freed his hard cock and got under the shower. Just the
feeling of the hot water running on it was a nice enough sensation to make
him grow even harder.
He put his hand around it, preparing himself for a long awaited release,
but then... The locker room slammed open, and a very familiar voice said:
-Ryan, are you here?-
Adam's annoying voice was enough to make Ryan lose his hard on.
"Oh lord, please, not him..." he thought.
Hearing the shower running, Adam got in the shower room.
-Hey Ryan, I was looking for you.-
-I'm kinda naked hear, do you mind?!- said Ryan, trying to make him leave.
-Nah, don't worry, I'm not gay like you, I don't mind if another dude is
naked.- said Adam, not getting Ryan point.
-What do you want?- asked Ryan really annoyed.
-You know how you and Justin are helping me become this really cool person
so that you can hook me up with some hottie?-
-We are?- asked Ryan surprised.
-Of course you are, you are my gay best friends, that's what you
do. Anyway, I think that you could help me hook up tonight at the Club,
there's the Club Party, and everyone's gonna be there.-
-Actually, I already had plans with Justin tonight and...-
-But we're supposed to be friends! I mean, I'm not going around campus
saying you're bisexual, you could do me at least this little favour.-
This sounded scarily like a threat.
-Okay, we'll come with you.- agreed Ryan, hoping that Adam would leave him
to his business.
-Great. I'll see you tonight then.- Adam was about to leave, to Ryan's
great relieve, but suddenly he stopped and turned back –Actually, do you
mind if I have a shower here? The ones in my dorm are broken and I haven't
washed in like one week. I'm starting to smell.-
Without even waiting for Ryan's answer, Adam started to get undressed.
-No problem- said Ryan, actually thinking "Why, why didn't Jan Mors kill
him?"
Adam was actually quite cute once you get pass his nerdy looks. He was sort
of "adorkable".
And Ryan found out his boner was getting back to life as he watched Adam
getting rid of his shirt and showing his slim body. He wasn't really built,
but he had some definition his abs and pecs, enough to make him kind of
hot.
And when Adam took off his jeans and boxers, showing his ass and soft cut
cock, Ryan had to stop himself from bursting his nut right there.
-I... I really have to go.- he said, covering his hard-on with a towel and
running out of the showers.
He quickly got dressed, hoping to find Justin. He desperately needed a
release, he couldn't believe he was turned on even by Adam Brody, the
nerdiest guy on campus.
But back in the room, he found out that Justin had already gone to the
cafeteria for dinner. In desperate need of a release, he decided to get
back to his solo activities.
He took out from under his bed his favourite porn magazine "Asian boobs an
black cocks". He opened it on the bed, made sure the door was locked then
got on the bed in front of the magazine, got his cock out grabbed it and...
-MEEEOW!- Hotpussy jumped from her favourite place (on top of the wardrobe,
where she could control everything in the room) and attacked Ryan's
cock. Ryan had completely forgotten about his penisphobic kitty.
-No! Goddamnit, Hotpussy, I should have gotten a dog!- cried Ryan, pulling
the cat away from his dick and re-stuffing his junk in his pants.
He decided that maybe his room wasn't the best place to jerk off and went
to dinner as well.
Paris went to the fraternity, hoping that Chad would explain their weird
conversation. He knocked on his room's door.
-Tom, I told you, I don't wanna come and play beer pong, it's nine pm, it's
still too early to get drunk!-
-It's not Tom, it's your "cousin".-
-Oh, sorry, Paris, come in.- He opened the door, letting the blonde into
his room.
-So, dear "cousin", how's nana?- asked Paris.
-Dead, didn't you hear?- joked Chad –I'm sorry, I guess I should be
explaining myself. I really needed to get away from a person...-
-Is it that Perez? He looks totally stalkery. I heard he keeps a blog about
the gossip on campus, and tells everyone he's my relative.-
-What? No, it's... someone else. Professor Evans.-
-Why?-
-Oh, you know, he... makes me work too much. I'm always correcting tests
and so on, it's exhausting, you know? Always correcting, correcting, and
never any lube...-
-Lube? Did you just say lube?-
-I meant glue...- lied Chad –You know,
to... stick... things... together.-
-Yeah, that's what glue usually is for. And how do you stick things without
glue?-
-He makes me use only my spit.- replied Chad –I mean, when I'm lucky I
can suck it before, so it doesn't hurt so much.-
-Suck what?- asked Paris confused.
-The... tests that I have to stick together. They are really... tasty...
Anyway, I have to get away from him for a while, so if you see him, can you
just pretend that you're my cousin and our grandma has died?-
-Well, I can scratch your back, if you scratch mine.-
Chad froze, thinking about how Chris liked to scratch his back when they
got a little rough.
-Can we, please not use the "scratching metaphor, ok?-
-You're weird.-
-I told you, I'm just exhausted. So, what do you want in exhchange?-
-ok, so, basically, Britney saw Fergie blackmailing a teacher, so we want
to blackmail him as well, but we don't know why he's being blackmailed.-
-Bluff. Pretend you do know. Just tell him that Fergie's told you
everything. He'll give you everything, thinking you do know. Maybe he'll
even spill his secret, thinking you already know it.-
-Chad, you're a genius.- smiled Paris –I think this is the beginning of
a beautiful friendship.-
So, less then ten minutes later, Paris and Britney were standing in front
of professor Nicholson's campus apartment.
-Did we really have to dress up with black latex?- asked Britney,
uncomfortable in her tight suit.
-Of course we did, it makes us look more bad-ass.- replied Paris, knocking
on the door.
Professor Nicholson opened the door in just his bathrobe and sleepers.
-Oh, eeew.- said Paris, disgusted.
-What do you want?- asked rudely professor Nicholson.
-We know, Jack, and we aren't afraid to tell. We own you.- said Paris, in a
threatening tone.
-Good evening, professor Nicholson.- said Britney, smiling and waving
embarrassed.
-Know what?- asked professor Nicholson, ignoring his student.
-Fergie told us everything.- lied Paris.
-Oh no! She told you I had an affair with my sheep!- screamed professor
Nicholson, panicking.
-Eew. A sheep? Really? You're one sick man!- said Paris
Professor Nicholson returned serious.
-Of course not, you stupid bimbos, I lied to see if you really knew my
secret. Clearly, you don't. One piece of advice: don't ever play
poker. And, miss Spears...-
-Yes, professor?- said Britney worried, trying to sport her best smile.
-You're so failed.- said professor Nicholson, then shut his door.
-OhOh, f...og! S...heep! Oh... Fucking shit!-
-I kind of sense that your like, totally mad.- said Paris.
-Let's go get really drunk. And pilled.-
-What about your test?-
-You heard Professor Nicholson. I'll fail anyway. So let's go have some
fun.-
Paris smiled. She liked this new "fuck it all" Britney. In fact, she liked
her a lot.
Note from the author: I only received oneemail for my last chapter (which
was lovely, hi A.!). Okay, I hadn't posted for, like, months, but still, it
hurts :-(. Please, please, if you like it, send feedback, or I'll just stop
writing it, because I won't write it if nobody reads it.
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